A few days ago I left my home and saw this dog running down the road. He was excited and I though he lived nearby. The next day I saw him running behind a truck, following the voice of those inside. Yesterday night Marce and I found him alone in the same road. We concluded that he was lost and, as we had just bought food for Ada, we gave him a little. He was starving and cold so we took him home. It was difficult convincing him to get in the house but at the end we did it. To continue the tradition, we named him after Sir Frederic Bartlett, Fred for the friends.
Last night they slept together and this morning he was extremely… happy. After a good clean up and a walk, Ada and he played for a while. She was, as always, the dominatrix.